Most people would call it an attic and wouldn’t like to spend their time in such a dim room, but Lucy wasn’t most people. Unlike most people, Lucy...was a witch. Not a horrible, old, wrinkly witch; but a young witch with unblemished skin and long, dark hair braided loosely to one side. Around her was nineteen years’ worth of possessions that she had collected: stacks of rolled parchments with ink blotted pages, boxes of glass bottles with baked on dirt and even a tank which housed two large bull. “Hi, Kathy,” Kim responded, “but it’s Kimberly now; Candace is dead.” She paused and then asked, “What do you think?”“I think it’s neat,” Kathy replied. “It’s as classy as you are. But that’s not the reason for the call, is it?”“No, it’s not.” Kim paused to screw up her courage. She realized she had absolutely no business intruding on Clifford & Jamison’s professional matters. But she pushed on anyway. “Are ... are ... are you people hiring? Or at least interested in talking to a. Holy crap, it looks like he has a roll of Jimmy Dean sausage packed in there! I tried not to make my staring so obvious but I couldn’t look away - it was almost hypnotizing. I inattentively licked my lips as I continued to eye his drooped member. Whoa, it looks so sublime….I wonder how it would feel…or even taste…At that notion, I could feel my dick slightly jerk, but after a moment I stopped myself from thinking any further and I could feel my face turn red from embarrassment as I tried to. We could have booked tickets on flight but I don’t know why I booked it on train. And thank god that I did that. It gave another level of pleasure day that in the train. Now let me come to the story.So as you guys already know that we are coming back assam by train. So on the scheduled day we boarded the train. It was a 3 tire AC coach and the moment I found our seats, I was happy and sad at the same time. Happy because one of our seat was on the Side upper and sad because the other seat was on.